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poly_chromatic2013-01-16 02:14 pm
accidentalfugitive) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-16 02:14 pm
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009 [Accidental Video]
[These devises seriously act of their own accord.
At first when the broadcast starts there's no picture, only the slightly crinkled variations of darkness that suggests shaking around inside of someone's pocket . Even muffled by the fabric though the sound of heavy breathing and running is clear, although the rhythm of the footsteps don't quite sound right for someone on two legs. Suddenly whoever it is jolts to a stop and the sudden change tips the device from their pocket.
The screen, now shows the view ahead, a small alley on the edge of town, right by the woods, at the bottom of which stands a zombie. Someone missed the round up. Something behind the device snarls and the zombie looks up before moving forwards. Whoever's device it is steps forward, the side of their trainer blocking the camera for a moment before another loud snarl rips through the air and they launch themselves at the zombie. The two fight like animals and although the snarling thing is clearly stronger they keep flinching back away from the zombie before making themselves press forward again. The device remains unnoticed, not even the swirling snow seems to phase them.
It isn't a long fight, all claws and teeth and snarling, with an occasional string of abuse from the zombie whenever the other flinches. In the end it takes one well aim slash of his claws, nearly separating the zombie's head from it's body and it crumples. The victor takes a few faltering steps back before sliding down the wall, now half out of the shot. Only half in the picture and his knees drawn up to his chest, face hidden, except from the whimpering which sounds like a wounded animal, he looks more like a lost teenager than the beast from before.]
At first when the broadcast starts there's no picture, only the slightly crinkled variations of darkness that suggests shaking around inside of someone's pocket . Even muffled by the fabric though the sound of heavy breathing and running is clear, although the rhythm of the footsteps don't quite sound right for someone on two legs. Suddenly whoever it is jolts to a stop and the sudden change tips the device from their pocket.
The screen, now shows the view ahead, a small alley on the edge of town, right by the woods, at the bottom of which stands a zombie. Someone missed the round up. Something behind the device snarls and the zombie looks up before moving forwards. Whoever's device it is steps forward, the side of their trainer blocking the camera for a moment before another loud snarl rips through the air and they launch themselves at the zombie. The two fight like animals and although the snarling thing is clearly stronger they keep flinching back away from the zombie before making themselves press forward again. The device remains unnoticed, not even the swirling snow seems to phase them.
It isn't a long fight, all claws and teeth and snarling, with an occasional string of abuse from the zombie whenever the other flinches. In the end it takes one well aim slash of his claws, nearly separating the zombie's head from it's body and it crumples. The victor takes a few faltering steps back before sliding down the wall, now half out of the shot. Only half in the picture and his knees drawn up to his chest, face hidden, except from the whimpering which sounds like a wounded animal, he looks more like a lost teenager than the beast from before.]
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What are you doing?
[He doesn't sound mad or upset.]
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I did it.
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Come on. Get up.
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[Still he gets his feet under him, even if he still seems a bit overwhelmed]
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[He says it softly, but it doesn't lose meaning]
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Come on.
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Home?
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I went to see Stiles. [Its unlikely that Derek doesn't already know but he still says it] He's not coming back.
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Don't harass him.
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